Checking Up?!

[Izzy Stevens]

1000 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis 

Izzy was busy, bustling from person to person, taking vitals and recording it for the docs to do thier work. Finally, she had sorted through the various staff that had shown up-one of the Aussies with a nail through the hand, a stomachache in Room 2 that kinda needed attention, and an airman, who was gargling salt water kind of noisily in the corner for a sore throat. Lt. Lefebvre had blown in and out after seeing Roger, and had left a wake of men who decided that a note from the Infirmary was just what they needed to get out of work that day. 

After placing each patient in the proper exam rooms or passing out aspirin, band-aids, and birth control, she sighed. She poured herself some coffee, and went back to restocking the supply cabinet. How many Ace wraps did they actually NEED?! She had no idea, but this seemed like TOO many. She worked steadily for several minutes, emptying the box of supplies she'd been given, and then went to the desk. She was about to hop online when a voice interrupted. She looked up at the Marine, and smiled lightly. 

Hello! Please, come in. Here's a clipboard. What brings you in today? On the clipboard was a sheet about the patient's medical issue. She was supposed to do all the work that didn't require an actual doctor-so basically everything short of surgery and broken bones.

Tag:Ryan Alexander. Sorry this is bad. I lost my thought train and got distracted by Imgur. 

[Ryan Alexander]

1000 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis

Ryan had been tired after the most recent mission, not to mention that he had been healing up. Somewhere along the way he received a pretty good laceration that ran from just below his arm pit to where his kidney was. He was lucky that his flak vest had taken most of the force, otherwise he might be one kidney lighter or worse. He noticed that he had been bleeding a little from the stiches, so he wanted to come in to have it cleaned and restritched. Granted it was a Navy doc and he half expected to be told to change his socks and take some motrean, but usually if blood was involved they were pretty good and at least doing something about it. “Hello! Please, come in. Here's a clipboard. What brings you in today?”

Smiled at the HM2, he hadn’t expected the Doc to be a women, but this was the Stargate program so nothing was typical any more. “Morning Doc, I think a couple of my stiches may have come loss, I was wondering if you could take a quick look, and yes, I already changed my socks.” He said with small smirk, as he buttoned at took off uniform top. On his undershirt below there was an obvious blood stain. “I think I may have ripped something getting out of bed this morning, though it easily could not have been one right the first time. “


Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

1005
Infirmary
Meropis

Izzy smiled at Ryan as he took her in. She was used to it; Marines usually behaved in one of two ways when they came face-to-face with a female doc: they'd either try to flirt, or get all pissy and ask for a "real" doctor. THAT was when she purposely gave them shots. To his credit, this Marine didn't say anything other than to answer her question.

Morning Doc, I think a couple of my stiches may have come loss, I was wondering if you could take a quick look, and yes, I already changed my socks. She rolled her eyes, but nodded. He removed his uniform shirt, and she let out a low whistle. For sure, this one was injured. “I think I may have ripped something getting out of bed this morning, though it easily could not have been one right the first time. She sighed. Most likely, but they did what they could out there.

She stood, and led him to a stretcher, grabbing a kit on the way.

Sit. Remove your shirt. I am going to wash my hands; I'll be right back. Are you allergic to latex? She hoped not, because she was flat out of non-latex gloves, and a supply wasn't going to be gated through for a week. She'd have to work without them, and sometimes, that was a bit too personal. She returned to Ryan, and examined the wound.

Did you get out of bed by doing Parkour?! She noticed that the wound wasn't TOTALLY opened, and showed no signs of infection. He was taking care of it.

For sure, you did a bit of damage, but your mama taught you well. It's nice and clean. She began her work, organizing her supplies as she liked, before numbing his chest at the area of the wound.

Tag:Ryan Alexander.

[Ryan Alexander]

1000 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis

“Sit. Remove your shirt. I am going to wash my hands; I'll be right back. Are you allergic to latex? “ Ryan did as instructed. The part of shirt that was bloody, stuck to his wound as he removed it. “No, I am not allergic to anything that I know of.” He said wanting to make sure that he answered her question fully. He lifted his arm so that she could get a better look at it.

“Did you get out of bed by doing Parkour?!” Ryan smiled. “I wish, sounds like a fun way to get out of bed, but no, I literally just rolled out. I tried to sit up but it hurt and I didn’t want to risk tearing anything. I only noticed bleeding when I got out of the shower. I did make sure to keep it dry, and not let any water get near there.” He added. As much as any Marine he did push the rules, but when came to injures he made sure to follow instructions to the tee. He had known too many Marines that were in their 30’s and having to be medically retired because their bodies were broke.

“For sure, you did a bit of damage, but your mama taught you well. It's nice and clean.” He almost shrugged but caught himself. “As much as I think a scar would make a great story, this wasn’t my doing in so much as I was at the wrong place at the right time I guess. And luckily Mama Alexander never had to patch one of these injuries for me, though when I crack my head open on a table, no swimming for weeks.” He said with a little chuckle. He watched as she injected him with some sort of local anesthetic. Unlike most people he knew he had never been afraid of needles, so he watched diligently, trying to watch what she was doing.

Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

1005
Infirmary
Meropis

Izzy got to work right away; luckily for both of them, his wound had started to heal on it's own and he'd not done TOO much damage to his wound. It was mostly a surface wound at this point; though his moving around and removing his shirt hadn't helped. She made a face; she'd be in a little more pain than he was. But then, that's why she wasn't a Marine.

No, I am not allergic to anything that I know of. She nodded, and measured out a full foot of absorbable thread. It was going to be less messy than nylon, and would leave less of a scar. She then opened a new needle; Dr. Harrison preferred they used new instruments while Kells didn't mind if they just cleaned and disinfected the old ones. Izzy disliked germs, though, so she went with Doc H on this one. After a moment, she bit the inside of her lip. It was one thing to get a shot, but another entirely to sew someone's skin shut. Only crazy people actually ENJOYED it. She just nodded at Ryan as she started her first stitch, and then looped it off carefully. A boatswain's knot, because she was in the Navy.

She continued her task, watching Ryan to see if he were comfortable. WELL. As comfortable as one could be given that were doing minor surgery.

Ryan managed to stay in a good mood, though.

I wish, sounds like a fun way to get out of bed, but no, I literally just rolled out. I tried to sit up but it hurt and I didn’t want to risk tearing anything. I only noticed bleeding when I got out of the shower. I did make sure to keep it dry, and not let any water get near there. She smiled a little.

Great. You listen well; better than most of the Marines. My father was a corpsman, as well. He used to tell us that working with the Marines was worse than working with kids because at least marines were adults and knew better. One of my brothers went on to join the Army and proved him right![/color] She smiled a little bigger; Allen was an infantryman and the biggest baby she'd ever met.

Finally, she was just about done stitching, and then knotted the whole thing to keep it intact.

As much as I think a scar would make a great story, this wasn’t my doing in so much as I was at the wrong place at the right time I guess. And luckily Mama Alexander never had to patch one of these injuries for me, though when I crack my head open on a table, no swimming for weeks. She laughed aloud then. She applied a bit of iodine over the wound and covered it with gauze and tape.

I've got another older brother besides Allen. His name is Jason. I know what you mean-those boys would get into SO many sheninaigns. Of course, when you have a Corpsman for a father, EVERYTHING is cured by salthingyer, changing your socks, and walking it off. You fall out of a tree and get a concussion?! Gargle with salthingyer and walk it off! Your brother hits you in the face with a field hockey stick? Change your socks and walk it off! You get nearly maimed when Allen discovers weed whackers? Take an advil and...walk it off. [/color]She wasn't bitter about this; it was just the way it was. It made her a little tougher than most, and two older brothers helped, too. She was no weenie. She stepped back to admire her work for a moment before speaking.

Ok. So you should hold now. PLEASE keep the PTs gentle, no scrubbing, no more Parkour, and certainly nothing that requires you putting your arms over your head for any length of time. Change the bandage tomorrow, and come back in two days for me to look at it and in a week, your body should absorb the stitches. If you want, put a little antibiotic ointment on there for nutss, but since you're fairly clean, you shouldn't need to. If it starts to itch, a little Vaseline will be fine over the area but be gentle. If it starts to get inflamed, hot to the touch, or red, report here immediately. Do you need some Ibuprofen? A note for your CO?


She took the clipboard from him and left him alone to put his shirt back on. Not that she MINDED having a couple of shirtless Marines around, but she also didn't want to get in trouble.

Tag:Ryan Alexander

[Ryan Alexander]

1007
Infirmary
Meropis

“Great. You listen well; better than most of the Marines. My father was a corpsman, as well. He used to tell us that working with the Marines was worse than working with kids because at least marines were adults and knew better. One of my brothers went on to join the Army and proved him right!” Ryan nodded and laughed. “Sometimes I wonder if Children would be easier to train than Junior Marines. Right before my first deployment, I had a Marine that couldn’t stop losing things. He literally lost his blouse, during a humb, in the middle of the day, while being at the very front of the formation.” Ryan shook his head at the memory. “Freaking Jones…” Ryan said under his breath. Just thinking of him made Ryan’s skin crawl.

“I've got another older brother besides Allen. His name is Jason. I know what you mean-those boys would get into SO many sheninaigns. Of course, when you have a Corpsman for a father, EVERYTHING is cured by salthingyer, changing your socks, and walking it off. You fall out of a tree and get a concussion?! Gargle with salthingyer and walk it off! Your brother hits you in the face with a field hockey stick? Change your socks and walk it off! You get nearly maimed when Allen discovers weed whackers? Take an advil and...walk it off. “ Again Ryan couldn’t help but smile. He knew that the Navy was all about giving everyone Motrian and the whole changing socks was a well-known quick fix however, Ryan never would have thought that the docs would have told their own kids that. “That is pretty cool that you followed in your father’s footsteps. I am the only one, well besides my cousin who decided to join Military. He is a Naval Flight Officer. Thinks he is hot nuts flying around the world, if only I could tell him what I really did.” Ryan said with a smile. He watched as Izzy stepped back to admire her handy work. Ryan looked down and sighed, he hated looking at the wound, not that it grossed him out, just that he would most likely be on light duty for a few days to weeks, and there was a lot of work to do.

“Ok. So you should hold now. PLEASE keep the PTs gentle, no scrubbing, no more Parkour, and certainly nothing that requires you putting your arms over your head for any length of time. Change the bandage tomorrow, and come back in two days for me to look at it and in a week, your body should absorb the stitches. If you want, put a little antibiotic ointment on there for nutss, but since you're fairly clean, you shouldn't need to. If it starts to itch, a little Vaseline will be fine over the area but be gentle. If it starts to get inflamed, hot to the touch, or red, report here immediately. Do you need some Ibuprofen? A note for your CO?” Ryan nodded in understanding as he grabbed his Uniform top and began buttoning it up, not bothering with the bloody shirt. “Thank you for patching me up Doc, I appreciate it. I should be fine, I really don’t need any more ibuprofen, I have plenty. Though if it gets painful I will be back, I promise.” He said as he tried to get his arm though the sleeve. "Um, this is a little embarrassing, but think I get some help? It is a little tender there, and it sure was a lot easier taking this off than putting it on." He said looking over to Izzy.

Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

1010
Infirmary
Meropis

Izzy was enjoying Ryan's company. It was a nice breakup in her usually-boring morning routine of issuing band-aids, Tylenol and sick notes. The same thing, day after day. Izzy longed for something new; a war would be too much but would it hurt to get a little skirmish where no one died but she got blood and guts and bones to set?!

Sometimes I wonder if Children would be easier to train than Junior Marines. Right before my first deployment, I had a Marine that couldn’t stop losing things. He literally lost his blouse, during a humb, in the middle of the day, while being at the very front of the formation. Freaking Jones… Izzy couldn't help but nod. She understood; in her platoon in Boot camp, there had a been a couple of the girls that were problems; a couple had been weeded out early on but one had made it through. For her it was Carol. Carol was, apparently, her Jones.

I DO understand; in Boot, we had this girl, Carol, who was slow, lazy, fat, and a little stupid. She was always behind everyone, and she was always up on charges for uniform violations or not having her rack up to speed. But somehow, SOMEHOW...she got through. I think they just felt sorry for her, personally. Izzy had liked the woman personally, but resented having her platoon being the one held back. She heard that Carol was now a photographer's mate in San Diego, doing OK.

They shared stories for a moment.

That is pretty cool that you followed in your father’s footsteps. I am the only one, well besides my cousin who decided to join Military. He is a Naval Flight Officer. Thinks he is hot nuts flying around the world, if only I could tell him what I really did. Again, she nodded in understanding.

Me, too. My dad would flip his lid; he was always a nerd, and one of those dads who was really a DAD-you know, socks with sandals, bad jokes, and striped shorts? Now that he's retired, he and my mom travel around the US in a giant land yacht of a camper; if I weren't HERE, I would be hosting them now. Dad likes to tell people about us, the kids-they think I am in Japan on a special assignment. Allen might have heard rumors, but if he has, he wouldn't blow my cover.Even though her light, soft Southern accent was nice, she realized she was rambling on.

Thank you for patching me up Doc, I appreciate it. I should be fine, I really don’t need any more ibuprofen, I have plenty. Though if it gets painful I will be back, I promise... She watched, washing her hands and cleaning up as Ryan tried to re-dress himself. Um, this is a little embarrassing, but think I get some help? It is a little tender there, and it sure was a lot easier taking this off than putting it on She smiled a little, blushing, but nodded.

Sure. Sit still. She helped him with his shirt, and buttoned it fully, not totally sure what the uniform protocol was for...what WAS Ryan, anyway?! She decided to ask. It would keep him around a bit longer.

There you are...so what do you do around here, Sargeant Alexander?

Tag:Ryan Alexander.

[Ryan Alexander]

1011 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis

I DO understand; in Boot, we had this girl, Carol, who was slow, lazy, fat, and a little stupid. She was always behind everyone, and she was always up on charges for uniform violations or not having her rack up to speed. But somehow, SOMEHOW...she got through. I think they just felt sorry for her, personally. Ryan couldn’t help but smile. He found it strange that no wonder who you met in the military, especially in the enlisted side, the conversation would always turn to boot camp. It must be the shared pain that we all experience. Ryan thoughi, as he listened to Izzy talk.

Me, too. My dad would flip his lid; he was always a nerd, and one of those dads who was really a DAD-you know, socks with sandals, bad jokes, and striped shorts? Now that he's retired, he and my mom travel around the US in a giant land yacht of a camper; if I weren't HERE, I would be hosting them now. Dad likes to tell people about us, the kids-they think I am in Japan on a special assignment. Allen might have heard rumors, but if he has, he wouldn't blow my cover.  Ryan Shrugged. “I don’t know, if you had heard rumors about a program like this would you honestly believe it were real? Or would you think someone was watching too much Wormhole Extreme?” Ryan said with laugh.

Sure. Sit still. Ryan nodded as she helped him with his blouse. “Thank you I really do appreciate it.” He said with a slight wince as he moved a particular way. “Ok, have to remember not to move like that for a while.” He said to himself.

There you are...so what do you do around here, Sargeant Alexander?” “Sometimes I wonder that myself!” He said with a laugh. “Currently I am assigned to SM-2, though I also deal with CI and HUMNIT collection and believe it or not, I do help with some of the atmospheric study as well when time permits. And it is actually Staff Sergeant, recently promoted, I am still getting used to it myself.” He said with an almost embarrassed look on his face. “Besides patching us leathernecks up, do you have any additional duties or hobbies?” Ryan asked, not really ready to leave yet.

Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

Izzy was enjoying her chat with Sargent Alexander. Maybe in more ways than one; it was lonely in the infirmary most days. The conversation was only very casual; as it should be, she figured, as it would be strange if she told him her whole life story from the get-go. Dr. Harrison was one thing, a virtual stranger was quite another.

I don’t know, if you had heard rumors about a program like this would you honestly believe it were real? Or would you think someone was watching too much Wormhole Extreme? Izzy smiled wryly.

Allen wouldn't know that show if he was PAID to. He's not much of a nerd; space and science was more my area. If I hadn't had an interest in medicine, I would probably be an astronaut. She said, matter of factly. But yes, I would think you were insane for mentioning it. Somedays, I DO wonder if we're all just dreaming, you know? It wasn't much of a stretch to think that, honestly. Her days were often spent entertaining the alien Paisley, who, for some reason, pretty much refused to leave the infirmary.

Thank you I really do appreciate it. She shrugged.

No problem. I learned awhile ago to not be shy. Besides, you don't have any parts I haven't seen before. Oh, god, had she really just said that?! Oh, well, hopefully this Ryan had a sense of humor.

Sometimes I wonder that myself! Currently I am assigned to SM-2, though I also deal with CI and HUMNIT collection and believe it or not, I do help with some of the atmospheric study as well when time permits. And it is actually Staff Sergeant, recently promoted, I am still getting used to it myself....Besides patching us leathernecks up, do you have any additional duties or hobbies? She blushed a little. Staff sargent, duh, count the stripes.

Wow, Staff Sargent, fancy! And a weather nerd, too! As for me, I like music. Specifically, I like to PLAY music. I have my guitar, and I know a bit of the Piano, as well. Of course, I read a lot. I taught myself needlepoint when I was on the Vinson, that and movies. I think I've seen every single movie on the planet. Or well, Earth... She paused. What about YOU? What do you do for fun when you're not shooting aliens or prediciting precipitation levels?

Tag:Ryan Alexander

[Ryan Alexander]

1011 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis

But yes, I would think you were insane for mentioning it. Somedays, I DO wonder if we're all just dreaming, you know? Ryan couldn’t help but laugh. “An Astronaut, huh? You and me both. I wanted to do that or be apart of just about any sci-fi space exploration show that came on TV. When I was a kid I could only dream of doing something like this, now I get to live it. What was that show, Star Trek? ‘Explore new worlds and new civilizations and such?” Ryan said with a chuckle. He gingerly shifted his blouse to rest a little more comfortably.

No problem. I learned a while ago to not be shy. Besides, you don't have any parts I haven't seen before. Ryan grinned from ear to ear getting her meaning. He was going to say something witty but grimaced as he pushed off the cot with injured side. “Really wish we had found some alien technology that could make this heal faster.” Ryan said as the pain quickly faded.

Wow, Staff Sargent, fancy! And a weather nerd, too! As for me, I like music…What about YOU? What do you do for fun when you're not shooting aliens or prediciting precipitation levels? Ryan chuckled. “My first MOS was a meteorologist; I spent 9 months in an accelerated college course learning about the weather. And I understand what you mean about movies. I have several terabytes of movies that I collected during my first deployment, when you are on ship there isn’t a whole lot to do in between your job and PT, especially as the weatherman. After my first deployment, I got selected for CI school which eventually landed me here. Though to answer to your first question, I do dabble in wood working from time to time, and…” He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small rectangular object. “While not as glamorous as the guitar or piano, I have been known play the harmonica from time to time.” He said almost shyly. “If you have your guitar around, maybe we could play together sometime?” He said hoping that she would say yes.

Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

Izzy was glad that Ryan didn't call her out on her comment; not only would it have been embarassing, it also would be really hard to explain to Dr. West, the CMO, WHY she'd made the comment in the first place. Actually, it wouldn't be-it was merely because she'd not thought well before she spoke-but West wasn't big on explanations. He wasn't big on much, as far as she could tell, though. She just tried to do her job and keep clear of the officers as much as was possible and so far, she was successful. She was snapped out of her thoughts as Ryan replied.

An Astronaut, huh? You and me both. I wanted to do that or be apart of just about any sci-fi space exploration show that came on TV. When I was a kid I could only dream of doing something like this, now I get to live it. What was that show, Star Trek? ‘Explore new worlds and new civilizations and such? She nodded absently; being an astronaut, or even an Alien hunter like on The X-files, was something that Izzy was excited about. She was the only one in her immediate family, though she shared her love of all things super-nerdy with her uncle, her dad's brother, Jimmy. Her Uncle James was a little bit on the "big kid", her dad's younger brother, and had never really outgrown his frat-boy side. Iz adored him.

Yes. I wanted to be an astronaut. I wrote a paper about it in the fourth grade, but my teacher said that girls can't be astronauts. I cried for a week. My uncle Jimmy, who turned me on to science fiction, was furious. We made up this whole fake game where we turned a refigerator box into a time machine-sort of the like the TARDIS, I suppose, though Dr. Who wasn't popular then-and I could be Izzy the Astronaut all day. Then my dad got orders to Spain and we left Uncle Jimmy behind in Texas. I suppose I gave up that dream, but this way I get to KIND OF do it, along with helping others. That's what my real passion is... She let her smile go. She and Jimmy weren't as close anymore-he'd finally grown up a bit and gotten himself a wife, and he had a son and not much time to play Astronaut anymore. Plus, she was a big girl now, and people didn't think it was proper for a grown-up girl to play pretend. After she shut up, Ryan moved to lift himself off the cot, and presumably return to work.

Really wish we had found some alien technology that could make this heal faster... Izzy shrugged again.

Doc Harrison has one of those handheld healing devices, but I don't have the gene. I am not sure it works if you don't either. They don't exactly teach Ancient healing in Sea school. Haha, she would've paid BIG money to see the look on the Chief's face when THAT lesson was taught. As it was, she'd hated that man forever. He'd worked with her father and expected her to be HIM instead of taking her on her own merit.

My first MOS was a meteorologist; I spent 9 months in an accelerated college course learning about the weather. And I understand what you mean about movies. I have several terabytes of movies that I collected during my first deployment, when you are on ship there isn’t a whole lot to do in between your job and PT, especially as the weatherman. After my first deployment, I got selected for CI school which eventually landed me here. Though to answer to your first question, I do dabble in wood working from time to time, and… She raised an eyebrow as he extracted a metal harmonica from his pocket. If you have your guitar around, maybe we could play together sometime? She bit her lip and then blushed a little, but nodded. She glanced lightly at the clock to her left; she had a break soon.

It's in my footlocker. I'd love to play with someone; I do play a bit for the other girls sometimes, but it'd be nice to have some accompaniment. But a harmonica, huh? My oldest brother, Jason, he plays the drums, so I am used that, but...look, I have a break soon, if you are free at lunch or something, we can...have a practice? Now she was just being lame. Get it together, Izzy, she told herself, and then started again. Captain Miller was talking to the command staff about something akin to a USO show, only with the personnel. It's supposed to be Christmas day...maybe we could do something together for that?!

tag:Ryan Alexander.

[Ryan Alexander]

1015 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis

…I suppose I gave up that dream, but this way I get to KIND OF do it, along with helping others. That's what my real passion is.. Ryan nodded as he noticed her smile fading. Ryan could tell that there was a sad story there, though he didn’t want to push her for it. “I can’t believe that your teacher told you that you couldn’t be an astronaut. Next time the Sun Tzu is in orbit you should beam up, just to prove her wrong.” He said trying to bring her spirits up.

Doc Harrison has one of those handheld healing devices, but I don't have the gene. I am not sure it works if you don't either. They don't exactly teach Ancient healing in Sea school. Ryan smiled. “I know what you mean. Though can you imagine telling a chief that there is a way better than Motrian and changing socks?” Ryan said with a laugh. “I am the only one on my team without the gene, they get to interface with all the ancient tech, while I get to watch.”

It's in my footlocker. I'd love to play with someone; I do play a bit for the other girls sometimes, but it'd be nice to have some accompaniment….maybe we could do something together for that?! Ryan smiled not really sure where this was going. “I would really enjoy that.” Ryan quickly checked his watch. “Looks like lunch is in about 45 minutes, want to meet in one of the south atrium's? Not that I am shy playing in front of people, but for a first practice I wouldn’t mind if it was just us.”

Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

1020
Infirmary
Meropis

Izzy was glad that Ryan hadn't taken her TOO seriously. Mostly because she didn't take HERSELF too seriously, but she was a little bit nervous, as one was, in the presence of good-looking specimens of the opposite sex.

I can’t believe that your teacher told you that you couldn’t be an astronaut. Next time the Sun Tzu is in orbit you should beam up, just to prove her wrong. She considered this; she'd not thought of it. She thought it was an all-male crew, and a female Corpsman might be a little...distracting...no matter how good the men were.

I will see who is the MO assigned. I beleive it is between Kells and Harrison; if Kells gets it, I might, because that means they're opening it up to females. I thought it was an all-male crew, and...well. I didn't want to be a distraction... She explained. She was sure that nothing would happen, but why tempt fate?! Plus, she wouldn't have met Ryan! But he DID have a point.

I know what you mean. Though can you imagine telling a chief that there is a way better than Motrian and changing socks...I am the only one on my team without the gene, they get to interface with all the ancient tech, while I get to watch. She shook her head NO vigoriously.

I learned YEARS ago there's no telling the Chief ANYTHING. If you wanna keep your head, the Chief is your best friend. And, yes, I know what you mean. I would LOVE to get my hands on the Healing device, but alas, I just have to watch while Doc H does the magic. It is a little unfair. But at least you know YOU'RE not at fault if something goes wrong, right?! She tried to find the good side.

“I would really enjoy that...Looks like lunch is in about 45 minutes, want to meet in one of the south atrium's? Not that I am shy playing in front of people, but for a first practice I wouldn’t mind if it was just us. She couldn't help but smile and blush a little. She took a breath.

Me, too. I will meet you there.... She was running through things in her head...she ended duty at noon; she could change into something decent and be cute AND comfortable, or just wear her scrubs uniform and keep it casual. Why was it hard to be socially competant, even in space?!

Tag:Ryan Alexander

[Ryan Alexander]

1022 Hours
Infirmary
Meropis

I will see who is the MO assigned. I beleive it is between Kells and Harrison; if Kells gets it, I might, because that means they're opening it up to females. I thought it was an all-male crew, and...well. I didn't want to be a distraction.. Ryan nodded in understanding. “No one says you have to be stationed aboard her. Just spend a day or two checking out some of the systems and a like.” Ryan said with a smile.

I learned YEARS ago there's no telling the Chief ANYTHING…But at least you know YOU'RE not at fault if something goes wrong, right?! Ryan laughed. “They are either your best friend or worst enemy. And I guess I am glad that we ‘Normals’ have to result in such archaic methods for medical treatment sometimes, it gives us time to get to know one another.” He said with a grin.

Me, too. I will meet you there.... Ryan smiled. “Great! I will meet you there. Since I am sure you don’t carry your guitar in your pocket,” He said with a wink, "I can pick us up some lunch if you don’t mind. Anything in particular you want me to get?”

Tag: Izzy Stevens

[Izzy Stevens]

1123
Infirmary
Meropis

They wrapped up thier meeting.

No one says you have to be stationed aboard her. Just spend a day or two checking out some of the systems and a like. She just nodded. She WOULD do that. hey are either your best friend or worst enemy. And I guess I am glad that we ‘Normals’ have to result in such archaic methods for medical treatment sometimes, it gives us time to get to know one another. She smiled, and nodded.

That's right, it does! Wow, she sounded more excited than she probably should. She was SOO glad neither one of her brothers was around; she'd NEVER live it down.

Great! I will meet you there. Since I am sure you don’t carry your guitar in your pocket...I can pick us up some lunch if you don’t mind. Anything in particular you want me to get?

She grinned bigger, and then shrugged.

I have an odd craving for an egg salad sandwich. Anything else is fine by me. Maybe some fruit. She made her suggestions, and then wondered if she could get Lt. Lefebvre to loan her a few tops for the day.

tag;Ryan Alexander